“Miss Moon?”
I
turned to the voice at my left. Tracy from the front desk was twisting her fingers nervously. “Could I talk to you for a moment?”
I nodded and followed her, looking briefly over my shoulder at the two men—so completely different and yet equally attractive. My gaze drifted from the wilder, freer Grant Thorne, whom I should have been instantly drawn to, to the taller, stiff, frequently grumpy Preston. I could tell he was practically aching to go meet the cat in the pen.
Yet he held himself back. Of course.
“Dammit,” I muttered under my breath.
“Excuse me?” Tracy’s comedically thick lashes waved at me.
“Nothing. Pretty sure my boss is about to get a cat.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” She frowned.
I pasted a smile on my face. “Nope. Serves him right.” I waved her off when she opened her mouth to ask for more details. “He’s just going to blame me for getting a cat, that’s all.”
“Did you say boss?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
She seemed relieved. “Oh, that was nice of you to come and keep him company.” She grabbed a clipboard from the slot with my flag’s number.
“Yeah, I’m a real gem.”
“He just always seems so lonely. He comes in a few times a month and then donates a ridiculous sum of money, but he never even asks to visit with the cats.”
Well, that tracked. Preston Shaw lived to be in a repressed state. What I could do if I got a hold of his…chakras.
She pointed proudly at the golden name plate. “We even built on the kitten hospital wing due to his generosity. Allie’s Wing is named after one of our tiny babies we lost. She was a very special case. Mr. Shaw was very invested in her care.”
My eyes pricked. Well, hell. Damn him for being so thoughtful. Now I was the one with the fluttering lashes so I didn’t freaking cry. I cleared my throat. “You needed me for something?”
“Oh, yes. We were going through the applications for the bonded kittens.”
My stomach dropped. “Oh, right. I saw that there was more than one flag on their little enclosure.”
“Yes.” She tapped her pen against the clipboard. “You put on here that you have a small apartment.”
“I do, yes.”
“We weren’t sure you’d have enough room for two very active kittens? Do you think you could care for them?”
I opened my mouth to quickly agree, but I followed her gaze to a young couple waiting in the wings.
“You were the first to put your flag in for the kittens. We’d be happy to—”
I held up my finger. “Are they looking to adopt them too?” I nodded to the couple.
Tracy sealed her lips and nodded.
I laced my fingers and set them on the counter. “Can I talk to them?”
She blinked at me. “You want to talk to them?”
I nodded.